02 August 2007

Can you feel itSister SaviourDrawing you into the club?Sister Saviour'sPast behaviourHas me falling in love

Hey-ey-ey-eySister SaviourHey-ey-ey-eyCatholic loverWhy'd you leave meFor the good life?At least our bad times were ours

Last night i had a dreamA warm field strawberries and creamA poor man wearing rusty mailWith contentment plastered on his faceHe was sipping from a bottleOn his forehead read the motto:"If I drink myself to death,At least I'll know i had a good time"

One last late nightSister SaviourBefore its too late

Hey-ey-ey-eySister SaviourHey-ey-ey-eyYou know i love her

Please belive meThis is the good lifeAnd no more bad times could be ours